Time passes by, sometimes too slowly, sometimes way too fast. Sometimes I think I couldn't breathe, sometimes I would just let myself be captivated by the wonders and mysteries of life. The secrets it holds of the future. The wonders of the unexpected miracles. You used to be one of them; you used to hold too much secrets, too much that I couldn't help but to search for the depth of your silence. But that was then. You're now one of those voices, the one that's slowly fading away. The one that no longer visits me in the darkness of the night, in the solitude of a breathless soul.
I won't lie. I still wonder how it's like deep inside there, wonder what there is to your untold stories. But you should know that I'm no longer missing the voice that used to keep me alive. I'm content with this new silence that fills the void within, the empty space accidentally created when you left that day.
